Here I am once again, in me old small house. I can’t sleep, my eyes are wider than a catfish’s eyes and my stomack emptier than the head of that fool Andold-I swear if he calls me an idiot again I’ll hang him upside down from the inn’s chandelier! I went by the bakery store today, but it closed earlier, couldn’t pick up any bread…eh, maybe if I throw some more words in here I’ll forget.
